“There,” she said, “that's better”—and stepped back to admire the result. She smiled upon him radiantly. “You have no taste, Samuel,” she said. “I shall have to educate you.”
“Yes, Miss Gladys,” he responded in a low voice.
“And listen,” she went on, “you will come to see Sophie now and then, won't you?”
“Yes, yes,” he said quickly.
“And come some time when I am here.”
He caught his breath and gripped his hands and answered yet again, “Yes!”
“Don't be afraid of me,” added the girl gently. “You don't appreciate yourself half enough, Samuel.”
Then there came voices in the hall, and Miss Gladys turned, and the housekeeper and Sophie came in. “Well?” she asked.
“She doesn't know anything at all,” said Mrs. Harris. “But if you want her taught—I suppose she could run errands and do sewing—”
“Very good,” said the other. “And pay her well. Will you like that, Sophie?”